talk to ditzy cheerleaders.”
“Good. Here’s your first lesson. Don’t ever raise your hand. Not even in class. And never say actually . It reeks geekspeak,” she says. “So you’re in?”
“No way, José,” Evie says.
“Tyler, please let me do you over,” Shay purrs.
When a beautiful girl sits next to you and begs to “do you over,” with her soft voice and pouty lips and long-lashed eyes, there’s only one response. I nod my head up and down and say, “Do me over!”
“Just make sure you help me with the time-travel stuff,” Shay adds.
“I’ve already been working on it. This morning in physics class I came up with an idea. We could experiment with it today.”
“Great!” Evie exclaims. “Science experiments are right up my alley. I’ll get off the bus with you and lend a hand.”
“Great,” I say without enthusiasm.
We all walk to my house, tell Mom we’re working on a physics class project, and retreat to the garage. I take out the Christmas lights and wind a long string of them around Shay’s arm.
“This can’t possibly work,” Evie says.
I sure hope not. There’s no way I want to return Shay to the future. “Evie, you know time travel has to reach the speed of light.”
“The speed of light, not light bulbs. Einstein’s constant C, the speed of light, is measured in a vacuum, not by how fast a string of Christmas bulbs lights up. Jeez, Tyler, that’s just basic physics.”
Physics, shmysics. I’m touching a gorgeous girl. Okay, so I’d rather be kissing her than stringing lights around her, but, still.
“Hurry up!” Shay says.
Oops. I’ve lingered on her arm. And I think I’m grinning. It’s Christmas in September. “Do you want me to be fast or accurate?”
“Fast.”
Darn. I was aiming for slow and sensual. I finish wrapping her arms, but pause once I get to her chest, her soft, generous chest.
“Want me to take a turn?” Evie asks.
“No!” I wind the lights down Shay’s body. Was there ever a more perfect behind? I doubt it.
“Are you almost finished?” Shay asks.
I get to say something I’ve only ever dreamed of: “Spread your legs.”
And she does, and I’m wrapping the string of Christmas lights all over the world’s second most shapely legs, the first being Lynda Carter’s from Wonder Woman . Shay’s legs are a very close second place.
“Are you done ?”
“I guess.”
“Let’s try it already. I have a birthday party to plan back home.”
“Here goes nothing.” Evie plugs in the lights.
“Ow!” Shay screams. “You’re burning me! Turn that off!”
Evie pulls the plug out of the wall and says, “I told you it wouldn’t work.”
“Look what you did!” Shay holds up her arm. I peer at it, but the only damage I see is a few singed arm hairs. “You maimed me!” Shay says. “Take these stupid lights off me.”
“I’m sorry.” I pounce on her leg.
“Gawd. Get away.” She gives me a small kick as if I’m a dog in heat. “I’ll do it myself.” She twists and turns to unwind the string of bulbs from her body. Then she tosses the lights back in their box. “I can’t believe you burned my arm.”
“I singed it, at most. But I apologize. I didn’t know what would happen.”
“You didn’t really expect Shay to travel in time, though,” Evie says. Sometimes I wish she weren’t so darn smart. She opens the garage door.
“Where are you going?” I ask her.
She walks outside without answering or even turning her head.
“Good-bye, Evie,” I say, but I’m not sure she can still hear me.
12
“I can’t believe I’m still stuck here,” Shay says as we stand in the garage.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stuck here with you.”
“Maybe you should give me that makeover you mentioned.”
“You want me to help you now, after you burned my arm?”
“Singed a few arm hairs, you mean. I didn’t know that would happen. Shay, please help me be less geeky. This is my last year of high school, my last chance to
“Good. Here’s your first lesson. Don’t ever raise your hand. Not even in class. And never say actually . It reeks geekspeak,” she says. “So you’re in?”
“No way, José,” Evie says.
“Tyler, please let me do you over,” Shay purrs.
When a beautiful girl sits next to you and begs to “do you over,” with her soft voice and pouty lips and long-lashed eyes, there’s only one response. I nod my head up and down and say, “Do me over!”
“Just make sure you help me with the time-travel stuff,” Shay adds.
“I’ve already been working on it. This morning in physics class I came up with an idea. We could experiment with it today.”
“Great!” Evie exclaims. “Science experiments are right up my alley. I’ll get off the bus with you and lend a hand.”
“Great,” I say without enthusiasm.
We all walk to my house, tell Mom we’re working on a physics class project, and retreat to the garage. I take out the Christmas lights and wind a long string of them around Shay’s arm.
“This can’t possibly work,” Evie says.
I sure hope not. There’s no way I want to return Shay to the future. “Evie, you know time travel has to reach the speed of light.”
“The speed of light, not light bulbs. Einstein’s constant C, the speed of light, is measured in a vacuum, not by how fast a string of Christmas bulbs lights up. Jeez, Tyler, that’s just basic physics.”
Physics, shmysics. I’m touching a gorgeous girl. Okay, so I’d rather be kissing her than stringing lights around her, but, still.
“Hurry up!” Shay says.
Oops. I’ve lingered on her arm. And I think I’m grinning. It’s Christmas in September. “Do you want me to be fast or accurate?”
“Fast.”
Darn. I was aiming for slow and sensual. I finish wrapping her arms, but pause once I get to her chest, her soft, generous chest.
“Want me to take a turn?” Evie asks.
“No!” I wind the lights down Shay’s body. Was there ever a more perfect behind? I doubt it.
“Are you almost finished?” Shay asks.
I get to say something I’ve only ever dreamed of: “Spread your legs.”
And she does, and I’m wrapping the string of Christmas lights all over the world’s second most shapely legs, the first being Lynda Carter’s from Wonder Woman . Shay’s legs are a very close second place.
“Are you done ?”
“I guess.”
“Let’s try it already. I have a birthday party to plan back home.”
“Here goes nothing.” Evie plugs in the lights.
“Ow!” Shay screams. “You’re burning me! Turn that off!”
Evie pulls the plug out of the wall and says, “I told you it wouldn’t work.”
“Look what you did!” Shay holds up her arm. I peer at it, but the only damage I see is a few singed arm hairs. “You maimed me!” Shay says. “Take these stupid lights off me.”
“I’m sorry.” I pounce on her leg.
“Gawd. Get away.” She gives me a small kick as if I’m a dog in heat. “I’ll do it myself.” She twists and turns to unwind the string of bulbs from her body. Then she tosses the lights back in their box. “I can’t believe you burned my arm.”
“I singed it, at most. But I apologize. I didn’t know what would happen.”
“You didn’t really expect Shay to travel in time, though,” Evie says. Sometimes I wish she weren’t so darn smart. She opens the garage door.
“Where are you going?” I ask her.
She walks outside without answering or even turning her head.
“Good-bye, Evie,” I say, but I’m not sure she can still hear me.
12
“I can’t believe I’m still stuck here,” Shay says as we stand in the garage.
“I’m sorry.”
“Stuck here with you.”
“Maybe you should give me that makeover you mentioned.”
“You want me to help you now, after you burned my arm?”
“Singed a few arm hairs, you mean. I didn’t know that would happen. Shay, please help me be less geeky. This is my last year of high school, my last chance to
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